Jack the Ripper: The Terror of Old London Town

In the dark and dingy streets of old London town,

A figure lurked, moving silently around,

His face concealed, his blade at the ready,

The terror of the city, known as Jack the Ripper.

With stealth and cunning, he stalked his prey,

Choosing his victims with care each day,

No one was safe from his deadly hand,

Women of the night, he sought to command.

The city lived in fear, the police in vain,

For Jack was elusive, never caught or detained,

Each gruesome murder, a new mystery to solve,

But the killer's identity, they could not evolve.

His legacy lives on, in the tales we tell,

Of the Ripper's reign, a living hell,

The monster who haunted the streets by night,

A specter of fear, who vanished from sight.

Now, years have passed, and the truth remains unclear,

But the legend endures, as we still hear,

Of Jack the Ripper, the man with the knife,

Whose deeds of horror, haunt us for life.